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Don't even try that with me; Zacharyyyy ;D
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Topic Started: Dec 6 2010, 12:33 PM (265 Views)
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Amelia Lloyd
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Dec 6 2010, 12:33 PM
Post #1
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Fifth Year
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- Lion
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- #116
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It was nice to just get into the library. Have some quiet - and nothing else. She knew that doing homework wasn't exactly better than loud noise, but it felt nice to get away finally. She swept a stray strand of dark brown hair out of her eyes, listening to the scratch of her Quill against the parchment. Of course there was quite a lot of muttering, but it didn't really faze Amelia. She could easily blank out her surrounding noise, which had always helped her when she was trying to concentrate. However, today she didn't really want to concentrate, but it was better than being around a bunch of giggly 1st years in her Common Room. She let her dark brown eyes flicker around the library, realizing that it wasn't much better than her Common Room. The 1st years were there, as where all of the other years - who obviously didn't even seem to be more interested in studying than Amelia herself was. She let out a low sigh, as she scribbled some final words onto her parchment, her neatly formed letters as beautiful as ever. She had always liked to present her work neatly, otherwise it showed that her personality was actually very messy, and not very sophisticated. Amelia liked to think of herself as mature, though she really did quite like it when she just had fun. When she just let her hair down, and had a chat with Evelyn about boys, make up or something else girly. Not everyone could always hold their act up for that long. Otherwise you would simply break down.
She switched subjects, as she saw somebody join her out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to just laugh, since she hadn't exactly ever got on with Zach. However, sometimes change was good. Even if it meant sitting with a twat of a boy. She had heard all about him. Violent. Against all muggle borns. Just a douche-bag, really. She didn't know who was worse; Zach or Leonis. She decided that Zach was nicer to her than Leonis, since Leonis was simply horrible to her. She let out a low sigh, and let the corner of her mouth twitch into a slight smile. "And you want what, exactly?" she asked calmly, continuing to write some random words down onto her parchment. Apparently she couldn't have anytime to herself, anymore. She could never blank out noises if they were directed at her, so there really wasn't any point.
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 Amelia ll 15 ll Fifth Year ll Chaser ll Healing About the person who sadly handles me
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Zachary Ellington
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Dec 7 2010, 09:50 PM
Post #2
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Fifth Year
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- Raven
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- #150
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It was unbelievably cold out. Zachary put the lit cigarette to his frosty lips. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his mouth before blowing it out. A perfect smoke ring. He glared at the younger kids playing out in the snow. He hated the younger students. They were immature. Unintelligent. Irresponsible. One of the kids glanced over at him and smiled cheerfully, waving. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he motioned them over. The young boy glanced at his friend, shrugged and ran over to him. The boy's face was flushed from the cold. He seemed to be around thirteen. Zachary held his cigarette between his lips, observing him. "Aren't you a little old to be playing in the snow?" He scoffed and pushed back his bangs. Hypocrite. Who's the one who had a snowball fight before the holidays with Valkyrie?, a teasing voice in his head said. Zachary shook his head quickly. He wouldn't think about that. He caught the boy eyeing his cigarette curiously. "Ever smoke before?" The boy shook his head. "No, but I want to try. Can I have one?" Zachary's smirk widened. "I don't know, little man. I don't like giving away my cigarettes for free." The younger boy dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out two Chocolate Frogs and a handful of Sickles. It wasn't much. But it was better than nothing. He pulled out a cigarette after pocketing the items and lit it with his wand. "Go for it, man," he said, handing him the cigarette. He smirked at the boy's friend, who was glaring over at them. His grey eyes watched as the young boy sucked on the filter, only to cough horribly seconds after. He sighed. What a novice. "Keep trying, kid." He grinned and handed him another cigarette. "Practice makes perfect, yes?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and strolled back inside the school.
As Zachary entered the library with the intention of checking out a book. But when his eyes fell on a dark haired girl sitting alone, the thought was erased from his mind. He smirked and walked over to her table, sliding in a seat next to her. She was writing furiously. She looked a little tense. Perhaps he could help her relax. "And you want what, exactly?" He grinned and propped an elbow up on the table, resting his head against his hand. "Why are you sitting by yourself?" She looked familiar. Did he know her? "You have lovely penmanship," he added, glancing quickly at what she was writing. "Forgive me, but you look familiar. What's your name again, darling?"
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*Credit for the amazing siggie and Avie goes to Aria*
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Amelia Lloyd
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Dec 8 2010, 12:06 PM
Post #3
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Fifth Year
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- #116
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She let her eyes flicker up to Zach, as he started to talk to her - complimenting her handwriting. She grinned slightly, though she didn't know quite how to react. She wasn't sure if she should compliment him - which she wouldn't have done anyway, or just say 'thanks'. She decided to leave it at a smile; see what he wanted. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he called her 'darling'. She stifled a smirk, since she found most boys who generally called people darling quite pathetic. She let out a low sigh, and scribbled on the last few sentences, continuing onto rolling up the parchment; stuffing it in her bag. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't get any homework done - not when Zachary Ellington wanted her attention anyway. She tucked a strand of hair behind her eye, and let herself smirk quietly - but not too obviously. She had heard that he had punched Aimee O'Hara, and Amelia was quite good friends with Aimee - especially since they were dorm mates. Also, he had gotten into a different fight, from what she had heard, and had ended up punching Carlin. Amelia didn't like Carlin - not at all. She nearly hated her, and Amelia didn't like to use the word hate - it was too harsh. Too serious. However, even though she and Carlin had their differences, she couldn't quite believe that Zach just hit girls. Had he learned no manners from his parents. Amelia smiled at the thought of his parents - she really didn't want to meet them.
She looked at Zach, and self consciously sniffed the air. Immediately, her lungs filled with the stench of smoke. The smell was radiating from Zach. She let out a low shiver, as she coughed lightly. She found smokers pathetic. Why would they enjoy ruining their lungs, so early on in their life? Zach was that sort of person that her mother would have hated, and that was why Amelia tried to see past the smoke, and the chatting up. "Amelia. Oh, and you shouldn't smoke." she said tartly, trying not to sound as if she was picking a fight. If he had punched Carlin and Aimee, he probably wouldn't even hesitate to punch Amelia. And she really didn't feel like having her nose broken. "Why would you want to take off so many years of your life? Do you want to die, when your 30?" she asked maturely, realizing that she sounded much more grown up than she usually did. Usually, she would just let him do what he wanted. But if she would try and stand him, then the stench that seemed to radiate off him wouldn't help. "Oh, and don't call me darling."
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 Amelia ll 15 ll Fifth Year ll Chaser ll Healing About the person who sadly handles me
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Zachary Ellington
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Dec 10 2010, 08:29 PM
Post #4
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Fifth Year
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He smirked down at her. She was a gorgeous girl. Dark hair. Light brown eyes. Inviting smile. You're probably so naive, aren't you? She looked nice. Sweet. Trusting. The girl suddenly coughed. "Amelia. Oh, and you shouldn't smoke."[/color] Ameila. He raised a blond eyebrow. He shouldn't smoke? Why should she care if he smoked? "Ameila's a lovely name. I'm Zachary," he said charmingly, giving her a warm smile. "Why would you want to take off so many years of your life? Do you want to die, when your 30?"I like to smoke. It helps calm me. I've been smoking for a quite a while." He shrugged casually and leaned forward in his chair slightly. "I couldn't quit even if I wanted to. It's a very nasty habit. If I die when I'm thirty, then I die. We can't live forever." So far, Ameila didn't seem too bad. She'd probably be one to lecture him about his bad habits, but he'd just ignore her. She would just be another lay to him.
"Oh, and don't call me darling." His lips spread into a smirk. "Why not? A lovely girl like you should be called 'darling.'" He leaned a bit closer and dropped his eyes to her bag. "Ameila, may I borrow your Quill? I'd like to show you something," he said softly, inching his chair a bit closer to hers. His eyes shot momentarily to a pair of young Ravens staring at them. They were probably wondering why he wasn't sitting with Meissa, his alleged girlfriend. Idiots. Grey eyes narrowed in a sharp glare and he jerked his head to the door. He wasn't going to let them screw up his chances with Ameila. Oh, definitely not. He would get her. He knew he would. His glared hardened and the kids stumbled away. Smirking, his eyes settled back on Ameila. "I apologize for my younger housemates' stares. They can't seem to leave me alone. I'm somewhat of a celebrity in my house." This was true. The younger boys in his house were often coming up to him for advice. Irritating little prats. "If I'm bothering you, I can leave." His lips turned downward into a frown. His expression softened. "But, I would love to stay," he added in a light tone. She was going to play right into his hands. Hopefully.
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*Credit for the amazing siggie and Avie goes to Aria*
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Amelia Lloyd
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Dec 13 2010, 10:09 AM
Post #5
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Fifth Year
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Oh, jesus christ. He was simply digging himself into a deeper hole. Obviously, from the way that he acted, normally girls would flit around; batting their eye lashes at him hopefully - until he finally got into their pants. Well, not Amelia. In fact, she didn't think that she would be hoping to get into anyone's pants for a while. The fact that people just slept around - oblivious to the damage it might cause to someone's heart sickened Amelia. They were all idiots, who didn't cast a second thought about the consequences of being a slut. As he edged towards her, she raised both eyebrows - clearly unimpressed. He would have to try harder, if he really wanted a kiss. As he inquired about if he was allowed to stay or not, Amelia stifled a harsh smirk. Really? she thought to herself, reaching down - to retrieve her quill that he had 'oh-so' wanted to borrow. She wondered why, but her attention was diverted by yet another young Raven's bursting into a fit of giggles. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. What was with these young Ravens? Surely they were used to seeing a girl and a boy sitting on the same table, talking. Her mind flickered unsurely, as she wondered to why they would be so surprised to see Amelia with Zach. The most obvious answer was that Zach had a girlfriend, and even though Amelia wasn't interested, this slightly pissed her off. She believed in being faithful to your loved ones. So why was Zach over here, flirting with Amelia?
She put the quill down on the table, ignoring Zach's question about staying or not. It wasn't her library, so she didn't have the right to tell people to move. "What'd you want with my quill?" she ventured, as she placed it in front of him. She admired it, as it was black with brown specks, combined with a couple of white stripes. It was well kept, since Amelia liked to look after her belongings, and not just toss them aside into the bottom of her trunk. "Can you just get it over with, since they are really getting on my nerves." she asked impatiently, gesturing to the first year Ravens. "Oh, and please could you explain to me why you fucking came over here, in the first place?" she asked, her tone more to the point than it had been previously. This boy had to be put in his rightful place.
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Zachary Ellington
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Dec 15 2010, 09:41 PM
Post #6
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Fifth Year
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Handler's note: I have permission to mod.
"What'd you want with my quill?" Zachary grinned and picked up Ameila's quill, examining it. It was pretty nice. "You'll see." Zachary gently placed his hand over Ameila'a and slid it across the table over to her. Her skin was smooth and soft. He gripped it lightly, giving her the chance to pull away. Zachary pressed the tip of the quill onto her hand and lightly drew a broken heart into the soft flesh. Next to the broken one, he drew a normal heart and colored it in. When he was done, he placed the quill on the table and met her eyes. "That," he started, pointing to the broken heart with his finger,"is my heart. It's broken. And that--" he gestured toward the normal one,"is my heart after it's healed." Zachary inwardly groaned. Ugh, this was awfully corny. And stupid. But Ameila was stubborn. He had to do something to get her to trust him. Being sweet would probably work. "Look,I don't know what you heard about me, but your opinion of me shouldn't be based of off what other people have said." He smiled a little sadly at hers and at back. "You should give me a chance." He pushed the quill in front of her and laced his fingers together.
Zachary's eyes followed Ameila's gesture. He glared at the younger students until they scurried away. Little assholes. How disrespectful. Couldn't the little punks see that they were busy? He sighed at Ameila's tone and settled his gaze on her. "I just wanted to talk to you. I thought we could just have a conversation. I thought you might be different from the rest of the girls in this place." He blew a lock of blond hair out of his eyes and pushed his chair back. "You see me as you want to see me." Zachary slipped his hands in his pockets and stared down at her with a hurt expression. "Sorry I wasted your time." He turned and started to walk away.
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Amelia Lloyd
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Dec 20 2010, 04:07 PM
Post #7
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Fifth Year
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((Far from my best ><))
She felt the ink absorbing into her soft skin, as she watched the broken heart seem to appear out of no where, though she had seen it being clearly drawn. She liked the touch of the quill tip against the soft flesh on her hand. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the broken heart, as a healed one seemed to appear next to it. It was only a heart; but it seemed to be drawn by the hand of an artist. Maybe Zach was useful in some areas of the modern world as they knew it. As he raised his eyes to meet her own, she wanted to squint back and not stare into his eyes; since she felt as if they were having a moment. Which, they were not. Amelia Lloyd did not have moments, especially with boys. As he muttered the words, Amelia felt as if this had been rehearsed one too many times; it just seemed too corny. However, the bit of her heart that hadn't been 'love-proofed' tugged slightly, and Amelia winced - hating the feeling of actually caring. "Look,I don't know what you heard about me, but your opinion of me shouldn't be based of off what other people have said." he said sincerely, leaving Amelia's mouth half open. If her mother had been alive, she would have told Amelia to close it - or she would catch flies - but her mother wasn't alive, was she. Suddenly, she processed what he had said, and again her heart tugged. People heard about her mother committing suicide and they immediately thought that she was a broken little girl, crying in the corner of her dorm every night. However, as Aimee and Evelyn would confirm, she did not do this - but only cried into her pillow occasionally, but that wasn't from grief - but purely frustration.
He had gotten through to her. Something that only a few people had managed ever since she started to wear her 'poker face', acting as if she didn't feel any emotions except for neutrality, though this was the opposite. She actually felt more emotions than the average girl, but she simply decided not to let them show through, since she felt that this was a weakness that she could not afford. However, she didn't notice how unbelievably naive she really was. "I just wanted to talk to you. I thought we could just have a conversation. I thought you might be different from the rest of the girls in this place." he continued, proving to her that she had not been imagining the tugging of her heart. The tugging that had just pulled so hard, that she had winced. However, the wincing wasn't just from the physical pain inside her chest, but from his words. She was different; and he had just been annoying her slightly, but now she realized that she had been judgmental. She was as bad as the rest of them, really. "Sorry I wasted your time." he muttered, and turned to walk away. Her heart demanded for her to do something, and for once her head and heart agreed. Immediately, she stood up, ignoring the sound of the chair creaking underneath her feet that normally annoyed her beyond belief. "No. I'm sorry. I was being judgmental, and stupid. I shouldn't let what people say get to my head. So just sit down." she argued, her voice slightly cracking at the beginning. She smiled sheepishly at him, gesturing for him to sit down. "Please? And then you can tell me what you're really like."
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